The scent of you still lies on my pillow
In the dead of night when all is quiet
I can still hear you breathing
My heart accelerates
A stiffness returns
And a soul cries out
The scent of you still lies on my pillow
In the dead of night if I wish hard
I can still hold you close
Until its real again
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Author:
Hugh (
Offline) - Published: April 13th, 2024 16:37
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Comments1
Beautiful Write Hugh, Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Mason, sometimes i find the simplest are the better written ones
Yes, indeed.
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